mother,
i made it up from
a bruise on the floor of this prison.

mother,
i lost it all in
the fear of the lord i was given.

the paradox that i find to be my existence continually astounds me.

if i can't mess up with open eyes, i might have it all,
but it won't be mine. i thank you all for the wealth of advice,
but i'm driving alone tonight.


--sarah bettens

dear president obama: end DADT,
or please stop promising that you will.

--rachel maddow

why was the road
made of yellow brick?
why shiny red flats,
why were they called slippers,
those can't have been rubies,
why a ridiculous dog with a ridiculous name.

no words.

so excellent.
www.fckh8.com

i found out:

i can only be who i am.
i can only do what i can.






i won't try to describe the relief.

borrow, beg, or steal: everything is real.






one day,
i might feel all right again.

don't be different for the
sake of being thus, don't
try to understand,
there is no such thing.
don't trust. whateverthefuck that means.
we're all free falling on a
rotating sphere
through nothingness.
we're pieces of dust. the stars laugh at our
claims of grandeur.